Being in the relative Bay Area, I've grown accustomed to the fog. It's always hanging around, always provides those extra moody scenes, makes things (and places) look silent, even though they may not be. Even places such as the city (San Fran) can be made to look very quiet, all due to this blanket that covers the land. HOWEVER - It only seems to disappear when you want to take advantage of it, i.e.: Not when you're driving to work, or have to be somewhere important at some unreasonable time. In fact, I'm sure it (the fog) has been listening in on my work schedule, and decided, "No, I will not be present on the *ONLY* day I had off (that I had decided to go shooting)."
The fog would drive in and out of the hills of the Armstrong woods, and through the microvalleys that litter the land like shells on a beach, pretty much everywhere- except for where I was. A little camera shy, perhaps, but it was my goal to get *SOMETHING.*
Walking through the forest, I had come across a few points in the trail where I could see for a hundred yards or so, with the branches of the overhanging pines, birches, maples, and ashes creating a tunnel that the fog never really seemed to be able to penetrate. But whenever the fog did penetrate, there was no composition to be found.
Nearing the top of the hill, one of these afformentioned straightaways made itself present and I had the idea that instead of going towards the fog, it might be better if I waited for it to come to me. And indeed it paid off. Like a hunter for a deer, the low hanging clouds eventually started to roll in and out much as tides to on the coastline. At first, it was a few barely noticeable bits of cloud matter, then it became heavier. And heavier. At times, it was hard to see twenty feet ahead even, at which point it was really too dark to take a photo anyway.
So for this shot, I had been waiting nearly thirty minutes, waiting for the right 'wave' to lap the shores of the branches, and make it's presence known.
"Fine wine takes time" - Patience is a virtue.
NOTE: GeoTag information is relative, not absolute. This location is in the Armstrong Forest. The only trail that leaves (uphill, away) from the first (free) parking lot. Second, or third crest you will come to an intersection. The left goes uphill maybe another twenty feet, with a log bench at the top. Then back down to connect with the trail you see here. Intersection is roughly ten feet behind camera's position (for this shot).